A/N: Um, heh heh...Yeah. What I mean to say is that I'm really sorry for not updating for so long. It wasn't all my fault! Honest. Y'see, my internet wouldn't work for ages and so I actually emailed everyone I know from a friend's house telling them that I might never talk to them again. That's how dire the situation was! And then I was struck by the ever-feared writers block. Evil thing, it really had it in for me. And I also have to apologise for spelling mistakes in the 5th chapter. I used to know how to spell Rio De Janeiro, I swear. And yeah, I get it, it's a FESTIVAL. Okay I'll remember that. Thanks for pointing it out. Really sorry...Oh, and the Caipirinha in my fic was slightly stronger than it is in the real world, it was just meant to be that Hell named it after the Brazillian version. I should make these things more clear...

Disclaimer: See every chapter written before this one. I'm bored of writing them now, there's only so many funny things you can put in a disclaimer. Warnings in the chapters before too.

Misjudged Fates

Chapter 7 By Forgetful (l)

The blade slid smooth and true through the air at Quatre's exposed throat.

" Quatre! No!"

Quatre didn't flinch and the blade stopped to rest lightly against his neck. Wufei looked at him, confused.

" Master Quatre...?" His sentence was drowned out as Trowa tackled him to the ground. Wufei was strong, but fury pushed Trowa onward and eventually Wufei stopped thrashing and lay still.

" We are going to have a talk when we get back Quatre." Trowa said coldly, through laboured breathing. He picked the unconcious Demon up (You didn't think I'd kill him, did you? No way, I don't have the heart. Though I might just kill off someone else...Heh heh heh) and threw him over one shoulder, then folded his wings back. They walked silently back over the abandoned land toward home.

The door to the apartment opened and Trowa dropped Wufei onto the couch. The door slammed with a bang behind him. He turned to face a very guilty looking Quatre, who seemed to be finding his shoes very interesting.

" Quatre..." Quatre began to protest but Trowa held up a hand and he stopped." Firstly, I told you not to come. I trusted you to stay here, to stay safe. You will have to earn that trust back. Secondly, you were very lucky to escape how you did, unharmed. And Thirdly...Lastly..." A silence followed, in which Quatre gathered the courage to look up. He didn't know why Trowa had stopped.

When he did look up, Trowa's face was so close to Quatre's own he could feel soft, warm breath on his cheek.

" Thirdly, I'm so glad you're alright." It came out as a barely audible whisper, but Quatre heard it. His mouth opened slightly in surprise but was suddenly covered by full, warm lips.

It lasted a second. A single, blissful second in which Quatre realised this had been what he had wanted the whole time. Trowa drew back and studied Quatre's face, searching for a reaction, one which Quatre was only to happy to return in a heart-felt kiss.

Hell:

Duo sat in the window seat, swinging his legs and humming to himself. Heero had gone...somewhere. Heero had been going in and out to so many places that day he forgot quite which one his lover was in. Presumably he'd be back soon. He'd never left Duo for more than half an hour before then, and he didn't suppose the young God of Death was going to start then. He walked over to the mirror/desk. It was covered in photos and notes. Most of which were of Heero and two others. The blond one he assumed to be Heero's brother, Quatre. But the other, the chinese boy, was a mystery to Duo. He heard the door behind him open and swirled round.

" Hey Heero, who's the chinese...Uh oh."

o.0

Heero was marched sharply down the corridoor by an armed demon, a guard. It must be something important for him to need an armed escort, and as he got closer to his Father's rooms he could feel anger eminating from them in waves. Finally the guard stopped and he was pushed roughly in through one of the doors.

His Father was sillouhetted against the blue glow outside, and only a few candles glowed pitifully around the room.

" Um, you summoned me?" Heero muttered. The shadow of his Father turned.

" I had some reports of strange happenings." His Fathers voice said darkly, coldly, nothing like the cheerful ruler who sat at lunch and danced at carnivals. Heero gulped, he just wanted this to be over and get back to Duo...

" I had reports of strange people."

" People?" Heero asked, nervously.

" Yes, people. People who don't belong in Hell. I found that person, so you have no reason to be alarmed. Only, I wouldn't call it a person. I'd call it a mindless killing machine, a tempter of fates, an Angel." Heero's breath skidded to a halt in his throat, clogging in a convinient little ball that half-choked him to death. " You never had any reason to be alarmed though, it seems. Apparently, you are above the war, above tradition, and in your own little world! Yes Heero, I found your stowaway, and you are in a pit of trouble so deep you will never get out of it!" Heero felt his mouth involounterilly open and his eyes widen. They found him..No, NO! They couldn't!

" Well? Say something boy! You've endangered the lives of everyone in Hell, now explain why! What do you have to say about it?" Satan had moved closer to his son, and Heero could see him clearly. His angry expression intimidating even Heero, and his glare could probably beat the Yuy Death Glare TM.

" What...What will you do...?" He stammered.

" I will have it killed, like any other intruder from the stinking heights of Heaven." Though Heero already suspected the answer, it was still a blow to the face and he almost reeled back from the shock.

" No! Please, you can't. He was brought down here by Wufei, he didn't come to kill anyone..." Heero was interrupted by his father.

" I know. I sent Wufei to find it." Satan said, demonicly. Heero just looked at his father in shock. He'd deliberately searched for Duo...To kill him? There was no threat.

" But, but that's disgusting. You just looked for an excuse to kill him? You knew he'd fallen and hunted him like an animal! You don't care about the safety of your people, so why? Duo isn't a threat, so why do you want to hurt him?" An evil grin spread across Satan's face, making him look every part like the Phsycotic Death God he was known to be.

" Because I have to keep up an image. I have to have something to keep this war going! Why would my people fight if there was no threat? And so I create one. Attack little earth-bound Angel bases, saying they were preparing to attack Hell, and so the Angels do attack and my people fight back. God and his pacifism don't exist. No, my brother and his Angels want to fight, and I will defeat them and prove once and for all that I am better. Hell is better!" He laughed like a maniac, and Heero pressed himself up against the wall, realising his Father was insane. And powerful. Black wings ripped from the God's back, shining like blood in the flickering candle light.

" Don't you see Son? Together, we will make the Mortals bow to us! We will destroy any halo covered, harp holding freaks that get in our way!" Heero gritted his teeth and shouted back over the noise that had suddenly filled the room.

" No! You and your ideas are wrong, sick! I am not going to help you begin needless masacres!" The noise stopped and Heero found himself shouting into a deathly-quiet room. His Father's face was contorted in rage.

" You...That pansy of a brother of yours has put ideas into your head!" Heero's mouth once again fell open. He was going to pin it all on Quatre.

" No, he began to show me the truth." Heero's eyes narrowed into slits." I am going to leave here, I'm going to leave all of Hell, and I'm taking Duo with me. Not even the whole armies of Heaven and Hell combined could stop me, because I love him and there is nothing for me here any more." There was a strange, unnatural silence before Heero was flung against the wall along with any object that wasn't nailed to the floor. He was battered by books and candles, and narrowly missed being killed by a flying chair. He sank to the floor, his ears being bombarded by sounds of screams and pleas of the Dead.

Finally, nothing else hit the wall, and the noise seemed to stop for good. All the candles had been extinguished and though he strained his eyes, Heero couldn't see a thing. Until blue flames shot up just in front of him. His father, simply a black shadow surrounded by flame, bent down so their faces were level.

" You will be punished for your insolence." A flaming hand reached out and slapped him hard across his face, he felt the tingling sting of the slap, and also his burning flesh from the ice-cold flames. He was going to be punished, he would be beaten, he might be thrown into a dungeon for decades without food. It didn't matter. Heero was immortal, but Duo...

Duo was going to die.

o.Oo.Oo.Oo.Oo.Oo.Oo.O ooooh, what a cliffie. I mentioned earlier that I might kill someone, well now you have a couple of leads on who that someone might be. But just a little motto, Don't judge a Book by Its Cover. Heh heh, I bet your brains are frying with all the possibilities. As my friend Tina says, the possibilities are endless. I guess you want the next chapter soon? Well I shall try not to dissapoint. I'll get it up ASAP, providing my internet doesn't go on the blink again. Anyway, than for sticking with this fic so long, I love you all! But I ESPECIALLY love reveiwers, so press the little button below. Pleasee? Thank you! Oh and all flames will be used to fry Relena and toast my marshmallows. Guess what the marshmallows are called? Wufflecakes! Get it, Wufei-Wuffles...? Never mind...

Forgetful (l)